Tuesday, May 15, 2012

The Hartford Stage.

Again.. I am writing on my IPad. Difficult. My show is wonderful. Highlight "wonderful." we are getting standing ovations every night. Yay!

I am beyond exhausted. Can't wait for rehearsals to end. We open Friday, so.. Not much longer.

The schedule is a bear. Student matinees all the time. But it is just 3 and a half weeks and then I will be home. Ah.. Home.

6 weeks home. Then... I travel to D.C. 7 more weeks away. Alas.

And then it all starts up again. Where is my next job? I am hoping to find work closer to home. But.. We take what we are offered. It is our life. We are gypsies.

Missing my fine husband. Missing our time together. Missing my Dad. Missing my family. Alas. And alas.

I keep saying to myself... "tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow." it helps.

The show is wonderful. I'm happy to be at Hartford Stage. Love the ovations. Missing home.

xo

Wednesday, May 2, 2012

Strange Dreams.

There I am. And Here I am. I'm in Connecticut. Oh, gosh.. I love typing that. I am doing the Tempest with Darko Tresjnak and the wonderful Sara Topham and the glorious Daniel Davis. The rest of the cast is marvelous... Jonathan Fried, Michael Spencer-Davis, Bruce Turk, David Barlow, Shirine Babb, Christopher Randolph, Joshua Dean, Patrick Riley, and the most wonderful Nobel Shopshire. I have a few extraordinary students.. Ben Cole as Caliban and Alex Saffer as the Boatswain. My cast includes a couple of more students: The wonderful Mark Ford and my beautiful dancers, Jane Cracovaner, Jillian Greenberg and Ananstasia Duffany. I love my most beautiful ladies!

Oh, there is the part of me that has to admit... I lost my last big job because the new artistic director thought I was too proprietary about my company. Can't help it. The company is MY company. I take care of them. They are my charge. I don't know how to do it else.

I had a dream last night. It was very vivid and very real. A dear friend of mine... let's call him Tom, came to visit me. We went with a group-load of people to a restaurant.. oddly an Asian/Russian what-ever you can eat kind of place. I started for the borscht... odd choice for me.. looked around and my friend was gone. Everyone was gone. So, I went home. Apparently I lived with Rosanne and her sister, played by Laurie Metcalf. I got home and Laurie was having a breakdown. A full diva breakdown. I found myself dragging Laurie Metcalf on my shoulders across Rosanne's living room. Okay.. not Rosanne's living room, but the one in Death Becomes Her. I can see the wooden floor and the glorious carpet. Rosanne started yelling at me. Screaming. I dropped Laurie Metcalf to the floor and left. Rosanne's screams echoing in my ears. Weird dream. Took me a while to wake up from that! Oh, and where o where was my friend who left me in an Asian/Russian restaurant with a bowl of Borsht?

So, clearly, I have some issues, my dear readers. I was feeling abandoned.. a bit.. at least in the dream... and ... well I will leave the rest to you.

xo
m.